Obediently Yours

by Bella Jackson

  “Michael, it’s fine. I’m sorry you are in pain and need to deal with her crap,” I say, my voice bitter. I look at Michael and my heart goes out to him. He is a wonderful man and Elise does not deserve him. He is so devoted to her. I just do not understand why he stays with her. “We are going to go now, as long as you are okay with her.”

  “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you again. It’s good to see you, Siobhan. And to meet you, Richard. Please go and enjoy the rest of your evening.”

  “Bye.” I hug him gently and kiss his cheek. Richard and I walk back to the car and get in. All of the sudden I feel really scared. I have no idea how Richard has interpreted this situation. He probably thinks it’s a freak show. Oh, God. I can’t look at him. My head is lowered, eyes on my wringing hands.

  “Little one,” I hear him say in his gentle voice. “Please look at me.” I feel his fingers touch my chin and motion me to raise my head toward him. “It’s okay. Whatever horrible thing you are thinking about my reaction, just stop. I love you and I’m with you. I’m here to help you with anything that comes your way. We all have family crap, so please relax and just talk to me. Tell me what you are feeling.”

  I take a deep breath. He has such a way of calming me, calming the voice in my head. He can see right through me. It’s unnerving, yet so comforting. The corners of my mouth move into a small smile.

  “There’s my baby girl,” he smiles back.

  “Yes, I’m here and you are wonderful as always. I’m okay, really. I just…it’s a hard situation with my mother. I’m sure you could see that for yourself. Let’s go home. Okay?”

  “Sure thing, baby.”

  We get home, get in our pajamas, and slide into bed. Richard puts his arm out and I immediately move into the nook. That place where I can rest my head and take in his calming presence. I’m so tired and I easily drift off to sleep in minutes.

  * * *

  I wake the next morning to an empty other half of the bed. I get out of bed in search for Daddy. I find him sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

  “Good morning, sweetie. I didn’t want to wake you earlier. You look like you had a good night’s sleep. Come here, love, I want to talk to you. Come sit on my lap.” He motions me to him. I proceed to sit on his lap and feel his warm, comforting arms wrap around me. Suddenly, I am very nervous. He seems so serious. Oh, boy, last night was the last straw. He’s done. I can feel it. I knew it was too good to be true.

  “I can see from the look on your face you are worried. Always thinking the worst about yourself, baby girl. When is that going to stop?”

  He continues, “Siobhan, you have brought me great joy since entering my life. I know we have both said it is like a dream come true. You get to live out your submissive baby girl side and I am fulfilled as your dominant Daddy. We are compatible in so many ways. We have similar interests and hobbies. We have a great sex life. We give each other what we need. I love you. There is nothing about you that I don’t love, including your family situation.” He pauses. “I guess I am telling you that I want to be with you. I want you with me all of the time, to share our lives with each other. I want you to be my full-time, everyday, live-in lover, friend, and baby girl. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me and be mine forever?”

  What? The utter sincerity and love in his eyes is overwhelming. I can barely focus. My heart is pounding and I am rendered speechless by his profession of love and desire to be with me. To marry me. I just stare at him, stunned. My mind blank except for two inappropriate words floating through my mind, playing like a broken record over and over as I continue to stare into his beautiful face, unable to form a syllable, let alone speak a word out loud. In my head, all I can say is, “Holy shit!”

  * * *

  “Marry you? Are you serious?” I ask, incredulous.

  “Of course I am serious, baby girl. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I want you with me now and forever. I want the world to know you are mine and I am yours.”

  “But, but,” I stammer, “we barely know each other. It hasn’t been that long that we have known each other. I…I…I’m stunned. I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe you asked me to marry you.”

  “Say yes. It’s that simple, baby. We belong together. These past months have been the happiest in my life. You are everything I want and need. Why wouldn’t you believe I asked you to marry me? Who decides how long is long enough before moving forward with the rest of our lives? I have never been more sure of anything in my life. I want you to be my wife and share your life with me. You were meant for me and I am fairly certain you feel the same way. Let’s start the rest of our lives. No waiting, no fear. You and me together.”

  “But how? I mean, what are we? What would we be? I mean marriage alone is a huge commitment. A lifelong commitment. What about the other part of us? The kinky us? I mean…do…do you expect to have the same type of age play relationship in a marriage? How on earth would that work? I don’t know if that is what I want. Are you sure it is really what you want?” My rambling becomes more rushed and incoherent as I speak.

  “Baby, take a breath,” his says in a calming voice. I do as he says and breathe deeply, trying to calm down. “We would be Richard and Siobhan, Daddy and baby girl, lovers and friends, husband and wife. We would be like we are now, only we’d be together all of the time. We would share our lives with each other. That is what marriage is. Who we are and how we define our relationship is ours to decide. Just like from day one, this is a negotiation built on trust, communication, and honesty.” He pauses, then asks in a quiet voice, “Do you love me, Siobhan?”

  “Oh, God, yes! Yes, of course!” I shout. “I cannot believe you are asking me that. Of course I love you, Richard; this isn’t about me not loving you. Please don’t think that. Never think that.”

  “Then what is it? Why are you so hesitant to say the words that will make me the happiest man in the universe?” he asks.

  I take another deep breath. “I’m not hesitant. Well, yes, I am hesitant but it is not because of you. Everything you said about us, I feel the same way. You make me so happy, Richard. I love you. So much. I love every aspect of our relationship and my heart wants to say those words you want to hear in response. But I’m scared. I mean, it’s not like I have good role models to show me what a happy marriage is. I haven’t even met your family yet. You’ve only met my freak of a mother. You haven’t met my brothers. My nephews. There is still so much we don’t know about each other. Shouldn’t we spend more time getting to know each other before plunging into something as serious as marriage?”

  “Yes, I can see your point, Siobhan. You haven’t met my family yet, although I cannot wait to introduce you and want to set it up soon. You can arrange for me to meet your family anytime. Baby, these are just details in scheduling. None of that changes how I feel. I want you to be mine. Forever. For the world to know that you belong to me. I’m not talking about the dominant part of ownership, although that is certainly a bonus. What I am talking about is making a lifelong commitment to each other and agreeing to share our lives. I don’t know what else I can say…” His voice tapers off.

  I look into his beautiful eyes and see the kindest soul I have ever encountered. He is right. Who decides how long is long enough to know someone. I know him. I know his heart. He knows mine. Everything I ever wanted and dreamed about is sitting right before me, offering me what I always wanted. Instead of sitting here freaked out and fearful, I need to tell him what is truly in my heart. The words he wants to hear. “Yes, Richard, yes, I will marry you. I love you so much and want everything you are offering me. Yes. Yes,” I cry as he scoops me in his arms, sliding me on his lap. I see a tear sliding down his smiling face and reach up to wipe it at the same time as he reaches to wipe my tears away. We both laugh. Then we kiss. Softly at first, more urgent and demanding as the kiss goes on. He tastes so good. He makes me feel so loved. There is no other place I want to be in the world than in Richard’
s arms, sitting on his lap.

  I break away. “We’re engaged!” I exclaim, disbelieving.

  “Yes, we are, baby girl. We are engaged. And I need to take you ring shopping. Right now. Come on,” he says, standing. “It’s time to shower and find you pretty diamonds to wear on your finger. I’m sorry for the less-than-traditional proposal. I just couldn’t wait another minute to ask you. I thought about it all night while you slept. I kept looking at you and thinking I want to be able to look at you sleeping every night for the rest of my life. You make me so happy. I’m so happy, baby.” He places a soft kiss on my lips.

  * * *

  As soon as we start telling people of our engagement, the roller coaster ride starts. Congratulations abound. Questions about how he proposed, where and when we are getting married, what kind of theme do we want for our wedding. It puts me on overload. As thrilling as getting married to Richard is, it is also overwhelming to change my life so dramatically. We decided that moving into his house makes the most sense, since his house is so spacious and already equipped for our kinky interests. This means packing up eight years’ worth of accumulation in my house and moving in with someone else. I have lived alone for so long now. I mean, yes, we lived together on weekends, but it is not exactly the same thing when you move all of your belongings into one house.

  Before long, it is a done deal. My things are moved in and we settle into a routine. After the initial shock wore off, I asked Richard what this all meant for our age playing. It had been a few weeks without any serious play and I was craving his nurturing domination. I have continued to follow his rules, but I really needed more and was, finally, not ashamed to ask for what I needed and craved.

  Over the next two days, I was regressed to Baby Girl Siobhan. Daddy took care of all of my needs. I did not make any decisions. Coming home on Friday, I entered the house as I had done so many times before we moved in together. I stepped in the door and immediately undressed. We had a long discussion the previous evening about the scene Daddy wanted to have with me. Just the discussion made me hot and horny. Thinking about it all day only made my sexually charged state worse.

  I look up to see Daddy standing in the hallway watching me. When I finished folding my clothes and putting them on the table, Daddy held his hand out for me and led me to his study. I sat naked in his lap as he fastened my baby girl collar around my neck. With each moment, I slipped further into a regressed state and it was a relief. I need this just as much as I need the other aspects of our relationship. I need to be controlled and dominated. I need to submit to him. Bliss. That is what I feel. Total bliss.

  The weekend continued with Daddy making all of the decisions and controlling all aspects of my life, including my bodily functions. He kept me in diapers all weekend and ensured that I was hydrated enough to use them too. Using the toilet was immediately forbidden, he explained after he put my collar on me. Daddy told me that he expected my total obedience for the weekend and that he planned to regress me further than ever. That meant that he would feed me, clothe me, bathe me, and change me.

  By the end of the weekend, I had reached a state of calm in my mind and was ready to face another busy week at work and planning the wedding. That Sunday evening, as we transitioned out of the age play scene, Richard asked me to sit down so we could talk. As soon as he asked to talk, the next words out of his mouth were that is was nothing bad.

  “I want to ask you about a scene I want to plan. It definitely stretches to the edge of your limits and to some degree, surpasses them. I don’t want to give you too many details, but I do need to discuss those aspects that might cause you to be fearful,” he explains.

  “Okay, Daddy. I trust you and cannot imagine you would do anything to hurt me. So what do you want to plan? I ask eagerly.

  “How would you feel about having another person be involved in a scene? Before you answer that, let me explain more.”

  It’s a good thing he stopped me from speaking, because my first instinct was to ask him if he was nuts!

  “I have a very good friend who is deep in the BDSM community. He is also a doctor and he specializes in medical fetish scenes. I have known him for years and have played out scenes with him in the past.”

  Ah, a doctor scene, that sounds good. “So what would the scene entail, Daddy?” I ask.

  “I would like to make your fantasy come true. The one you wrote about soon after we met. The one that asked you to write out an age play scene that you masturbated to. Do you remember?”

  My eyes widen as I remember what I had written. “Yes, I remember. The scene where my Daddy Dom takes me to the doctor?” I answer.

  “Yes, baby, that is the one I am talking about. Do you remember the details? You were dressed like a little schoolgirl and taken to the doctor for an invasive medical exam. Your Daddy told the doctor to ask questions and do things that cause you great embarrassment. I want to create that scene for you with my friend, Jack. Like I said, he is a licensed physician. He has his own internal medicine practice. He actually has a great reputation as a doctor. But he is also into BDSM and medical fetish. He would help me make your scene real for you. Do you think you would want that?”

  Thinking about being examined by a doctor while I am in little girl mode makes me wet. This is exactly what I tell Daddy. He smiles.

  “So it’s settled then. Next Friday, Daddy is going to take you to the doctor for a full physical examination. It will also be an erotic exam. I’ll get you dressed and ready. I will be in the exam room with you the entire time. I will expect complete obedience from you. Dr. Candler is an excellent physician and will be thorough in examining you. You will need to submit to the exam and answer all of his questions. You always have your safe-word, although I don’t think you will need it. But you should use it if you need to. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Daddy, I understand. As long as you stay with me, I will be fine. I’m excited. I’m trying to remember what I wrote in that scene.”

  “Well, I do not want you to go back and read it. I want you to just enjoy the experience and be in the moment. Oh, and sweetie, no orgasms for the week. Daddy won’t allow you to touch yourself, nor will I bring you to climax when I touch you. Think about how good you will feel when you finally are allowed to cum.” Daddy laughs as he sees the unhappy look on my face.

  A week without an orgasm? That’s just mean. But he is right, I am sure I will explode when I finally do cum. I’ll need to find ways to keep myself busy so I don’t think about it.

  * * *

  Before I know it, Friday is here and my erotic fantasy is about to begin. After completing the ritual of taking my clothes off at the door and being collared by Daddy, the reality of what is going to happen tonight hits me head on. I am going to submit to a full physical exam by a real doctor, while my Daddy watches. The thought is so arousing, not that I have not been in a perpetual state of arousal this week, having complied with my orgasm ban.

  “Okay, baby girl, let’s get you ready to go to the doctor’s for your checkup,” Daddy says as he motions me into my nursery. “Remember, you promised me that you will be a good girl for Dr. Candler, right?”

  “Yes, Daddy, I remember. I wanna be a good girl for you,” I say with a smile.

  “Okay, sweetie, let’s get you ready,” he responds.

  When Daddy told me that he wanted to make my medical fetish fantasy come true with his friend Dr. Candler, I was overcome with excitement. Now, I am just plain nervous thinking about Daddy’s desire to take me to the doctor’s as his baby girl. This includes dressing the part as a baby girl. Daddy has me lie on the changing table and places a pacifier in my mouth. He slathers lotion on my shaved pussy, and then sprinkles powder all over it. He puts my diaper on and then slides the plastic panties up over them.

  “Arms up,” he orders and I comply. He pulls my white “little girl” bra on. It is a sports bra meant to push the girls in and shrink my chest. It does not work, given I have DD breasts. Daddy then finishes dres
sing me and brings me into the bathroom to do my hair. I look in the mirror and see how infantile I look. Wearing a very short plaid skirt that barely covers my diapers, a white blouse, white knee-highs and black Mary-Jane shoes, I can hardly believe it is me and that I am going to let Daddy take me out like this. He has dressed me exactly as I described in my journal assignment. I guess the expression “be careful what you wish for” would apply in this situation.

  Daddy brushes my hair and put pretty pink barrettes in, furthering the little girl look. A feeling of humiliation washes over me. Daddy smiles down at me and says, “Good job, little one. It’s time to go. Daddy just needs to go grab your diaper bag. Do you want to bring a cuddle toy with you?”

  “I’m good, Daddy,” I say after spitting out my pacifier. It’s really hard for me to sink that deeply into the baby girl mode. The clothes and toys aspect never did interest me any. Or at least I thought. Here I am looking as childish as possible and loving every minute of it. Daddy tells me to be a good girl and slides the pacifier right back into my mouth. He takes my hand and leads me out.

  We arrive at Dr. Candler’s office and I cannot help the feeling of excitement and dread. I’ve never been out in my baby girl mode before and it is very disconcerting. I consider our age play to be extremely private and this is really stretching my limits. Daddy told me he wants to fulfill my fantasy, combining it with his own fantasy of watching another doctor examine his baby girl.

  Daddy told me that this was going to be a very invasive examination that would encompass my desire to be fully controlled and embarrassed. I’m already incredibly horny, not surprising since Daddy has forbidden me to orgasm for a week. Not that he hasn’t brought me to the brink many times. He really enjoys the tease and denial method, about as much as I hate it. It was an effective punishment that I received when he caught me touching myself one day after a nap. It’s hard not to get aroused knowing I would be living out a fantasy of mine.